There's
nothing true about the happenings in this story--all characters are
factitious--any similarity is purely coincidental. If you are in a locality
where reading this stuff is illegal--LEAVE NOW. If you are offended by actions
between two or more guys--LEAVE NOW. If you're ok with it--READ ON. This story
starts off slow, and remains that way through several chapters. It's a love
story--hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it. This will be a
very long story. Hope you hang on--Have fun. I do enjoy receiving e-mails!

At
breakfast, I asked if he had anything special planned for this coming Thursday
through Sunday--he didn't. I told him I needed to go to New York for a few
days--he said he'd like to go with me. I didn't tell him about the special
purchase I had made--I wanted to surprise him.

Finally Thursday arrived--once again we flew private. Since the plane had a
section reserved only for passengers, we took advantage of it. We both joined
the mile high club. It was marvelous. There was a sofa bed and some nice
sectional pieces there. The bed, once it was laid out, was rather on the small
size--but we did it anyway. I fucked him royally--he was writhing with
pleasure as I reamed his hole with fierceness. He seemed to like it any way he
could get it--lovingly with utmost care, or rough--he got it rough, as I just
couldn't hold back--I gave him my all. While I was doing him in the ass, I
gave him a reach around, stroking his throbbing member with everything I could
muster. I went wild--up and around--around and down--I was not doing him
lightly either. He was in ecstasy as I did him as I had never done him before,
or anyone else.He came first--again like a
raging volcano. He shot over his head, as well as on his face, neck, those
massive shoulders, and those luscious pecs and abs. I kept him hard--I
wouldn't let him go soft. Once I had fucked him to oblivion, I pulled out--I
was still hard. I crawled all over him--licking every spot his precious cum
had splattered--He was delectably delicious. The bitter sweet cum of before
was no longer the same--this was pure nectar--nectar from a god--nectar from
my god. I couldn't get enough of my precious Matt.

After
an hour or so, his throbbing member was still hard from the earlier
episodes--I massaged it nonetheless and took him to the hilt--still trying to
suck every drop of nectar I could get. He laid me down and placed the pillow
under the small of my back--he then raised my legs and placed them over his
enormous shoulders. He rolled a condom onto his member and used saliva for
lube--it worked just fine, though the extra slippery lube was much better. He
was in me in a matter of minutes--I was a fast learner and pushed out as he
went to enter-- entering me with no problem. He remained there for a few
moments as my sphincter muscles got used to the intrusion. His eyes were
looking at me as if in a trance. Unspoken love--unspoken concern--unspoken
passion was looking me in the eyes. I felt it too. He then started to move and
soon had me a moaning and a groaning as I had him doing earlier. I was fisting
the bed as I writhed in ecstasy. I couldn't believe the sensations I was
feeling. After an hour of pure heaven, we got up and cleaned
ourselves--although there wasn't much to clean, as I had licked him clean--he
had licked me clean as well. God I love this man--it was evident he loved me
too. It just kept getting better and better--he said it would--I'm now a
believer. I smiled--he grinned--he smiled--damn those killer dimples.

We
arrived at the private hangar area, where we were met by the limo. Once our
luggage was loaded we left for The Plaza. I had requested a suite, with an
oversized bed --the best they could do, however, was a king size. The suite
consisted of a Jacuzzi, and a huge double-headed shower. I filed that away as
one of the things I wanted to change in our home. Our home--that sounds so
good. We went shopping down Fifth-avenue, where we picked out some stunning
shirts and trousers. His wardrobe back home needed beefing up, so I told him
to go for it--he did without hesitation. I had asked the hotel concierge about
the New York shows--he said he could get us tickets, but as they were
practically sellouts--they'd be expensive. I told him to get us two, as price
wasn't an object. I wanted to show Matt a good time, and a good time was what
he was going to get. I also wanted to show my Matt off to the elite of New
York.

Once
back in our suite, we lathered each other up, but didn't do anything that I
would call extremely erotic.We toweled each
other as we held each others gaze, drifting into the deep windows of each
other's soul. We dressed in our new tuxes for the second time since we had
purchased them. I had called ahead and had made reservations at a 5-star
restaurant--it was fabulous. We left in our limo and arrived at the show about
twenty-minutes before curtain time. We met some other couples, and politely
made conversation. Matt was certainly the main attraction of the crowd--he was
eating it up too--he seemed rather amused--I was proud--he belonged to me--he was
mine--my own--my precious. Curtain time came and we found our way to our
balcony seats--it was just the two of us in the alcove. We played with each
other as the show continued through the evening. Once we departed the theater,
we had the limousine driver show us around the town. I requested that he drop
us off at one of the upscale gay bars--he frowned, but did it anyway. I took
the buzzer unit he gave me, as he said when we were ready to leave the bar, to
just push the buzzer and he would respond.

We
really enjoyed the bar--there were some really upscale people there--many of
whom were couples, many just wanted to pick someone up for the night. My Matt,
of course, was the main attraction--he was hot to trot. He enjoyed the
attention, but got rather frustrated when someone would hit on him. As he had
done at the previous bar--he restated that he and I were an item--he kissed me
with luscious passion. I hoped more would try to hit on him, as I wanted those
lips and the tongue action that would follow. I got my wish too, it seemed he
got hit on about ten times at that one bar alone. I was so hot with all the
attention he was giving me; I was practically drooling with lust. We decided
that we had enough and Matt reached into my pants pocket to find the remote
buzzer--he found it alright, but not before he found a larger object--an object
of his desire. It wasn't in my pocket though. He squeezed me gently and I
started shivering with excitement--"I'll take care of that later," he said, as
he let go--he couldn't help but smile--damn those killer dimples. He found the
remote and pushed the buzzer. Accordingly, the limo driver pulled up and in we
went. He drove us to our hotel, where I tipped him somewhat generously--I was a
little perturbed about the disgusted look he had given us earlier.

As we
went through the lobby, the hotel concierge asked if we had enjoyed the
show--We thanked him for all he had done. Once in our suite, he attacked me
with a vengeance--he was horny as hell--I was too. We were both undressed and
ready for action before we were five feet inside our suite. He picked me up,
and as usual, he struggled not. God my man was strong-- I loved him so. Once
in the bedroom, he laid me down--"Just lie back and enjoy--tonight it's all
about you," he said, as he began rubbing my chest muscles. Then, with both
hands, he began stroking me--up and around--around and down. He began twisting
his hands as he massaged my throbbing member. I thought I was going to lose
it, as he continued--he started toying with me and paid attention to those
special spots that he knew really aroused me. Our eyes locked and when mine
glazed a bit, he changed tactics--he didn't want to bring me over the edge
just yet--I couldn't take much more--I nodded to him and when he saw my eyes,
he just smiled. He knew I needed relief, but yet he was prolonging it. I
couldn't help it--I lost all control as I tensed and shot load after load--I
was writhing without control. Cum went everywhere--he was licking it up like a
dog would spill pork and beans. Aftershocks wracked my body as I was still
convulsing. It seemed we were both having longer and more intense orgasms.

I
read somewhere, probably in nifty, a story in which a guy placed his hands
between the biceps and forearm of really well built man. As this well built
guy would flex his biceps, it would make the other guy the recipient of an
immediate orgasm. I decided I would try that one in the morning, but for now,
I had only one thing in mind for Matt. I couldn't resist the temptation as I
began stroking his dick, or rather my dick. No, don't get me wrong--he had
said everything about him belonged to me--that included his throbbing
member--his dick was mine to do with as I pleased--believe me--I pleased and I
teased. I brought him to the edge and then backed off. I must have done it ten
or more times--always backing off just before he was ready to explode.
Finally, I succumbed and let him go with it--talk about an orgasm--he had
it--I grabbed for whatever I could get, and I got plenty. After about five
minutes, he wound down. He couldn't believe the intensity of which he shot--I
couldn't either for that matter.

We
played with each other, and drifted off to sleep. I was of course perched
where I loved to be. As I licked his pecs and nibbled his nipples, without
seeing him smiling, I knew he was, and in my mind I saw them-- damn those
killer dimples.